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Smell the fragrance of the old pine tree. See the woman. She's down on her knees. She own some land, and a good crop she seeks, down along the banks of Greenwood Creek. I can hear that south-bound rollin', carryin' all my hopes away. I'm strapped to my mule at the old country school. When I'm gonna get out, I can't say. Played guitar for ten long years. My only pay was the hound dog's cheers. Someday I'm gonna get me some land, far away in that promised land. I can hear that south-bound rollin', carryin' all my hopes away. I'm strapped to my mule at the old country school. When I'm gonna get out, I can't say. Played guitar for ten long years. My only pay was the hound dog's cheers. Someday I'm gonna get me some land, far away in that promised land. I can hear that south-bound rollin', carryin' all my hopes away. I'm strapped to my mule at the old country school. When I'm gonna get out, I can't say From Letras Mania